orange glowing dusk floods over lost consciousness and flickering hope

a little awestruck

a great blue over a pure gold flecked with red the fall, like water, flowing through the traveler, returning gladness a welcoming place, wreathed in autumn's calm glow, where the walker stops hearing finally the voice that reminds him that good is by a pond, trees like new angels spreading wings, scattered leaves on the … Continue reading "a little awestruck"


days singing brightly or nights spent in wistfulness, hiding in plain sight

face the sun

face the sun, and feel the energy in breathing your own life back in

Red Room

serenity’s rows where dolorous cries trail off around sound corners

one more

a blossom clinging to its trembling siblings one more kind of love
of human frailty speaks the desert to the sun in timeless whispers